Am I allowing you to steal my joy?
To steal my thoughts?
To steal the dreams and visions of fantasies of what love could be like?
Am I in a daily tug-of-war trying to retrieve back my warmth, my peace, my sanity, my hope... before it's gone?
Maybe I just foolishly gave my STUFF away?
And you just greedily, glutinously devoured my STUFF!!
But I have to hold on to ME, so that I will have a ME to give one day!
These men with their issues are taking my STUFF!!
These damn bills are takin' my STUFF!!
This stress is taking my STUFF!!
This year!!...
Death & Loss!!...
Grieving!!...
Unemployment!!...
Facing each heartbroken day...
It's all taking my damn STUFF!!
But you know what?...
